This is usually the time of day that I start going over my mental checklist of what I need to do today, who to call, what deposits to make, whose loan to payoff, what closings are coming up and all that jazz. I would normally be rummaging through my closet trying to find something to wear and getting extremely frustrated that the pants I wore yesterday to church don't fit anymore. I would so be annoyed that I drank the last of the milk last night and I couldn't eat cereal for breakfast. I would definitely be wishing for another 30 minutes of sleep and thinking that maybe if I hurry up putting my make up on and skip the whole deodorant thing, I could lay back down for just another minute or two. Of course that never happens. By about 8:00, my phone would buzzing because I would already be receiving emails from bankers, realtors, buyers and sellers. At about 8:10, my mom would call and the first thing she asks would be "how are you feeling?"
Also because its Monday morning, I would normally be repeating to myself over and over and over again this phrase: trash day, trash day, got to take out the trash, trash day, trash day.
By 8:15 I either would or would not have taken out the trash - depending on whether or not I remembered. And then I would leave for work and start a very long week of looking forward to Friday.
As I said before, I am not doing any of those things, because as of Friday, December 11, 2009, I am officially a housewife/stay at home mom-to-be. I swore to myself all weekend that I was going to sleep late today and purposefully miss taking the trash out just because I can. Well clearly that didn't happen, because its 7:40 a.m. and I'm not asleep. Of course I woke up at 6:00 and couldn't go back to sleep. Fortunately, Aaron was awake too, so we have spent the past hour and a half talking, eating breakfast together, taking out the trash, and even found time for Aaron to give me a Mississippi politics history lesson. We let Jake out and he pranced around the yard peeing on every blade of grass we own. And all of this before 8:00 a.m. I wonder if this is what life will be like from now on. If so, I'm pretty excited about it.
I'm sure I'll be able to keep myself busy today and tomorrow, and possibly I will have some leftover items on my to-do list that spills over to Wednesday. I have packed Clark's bag for showtime and got to pick out his first outfit and what he'll be coming home in. That was fun. As soon as my special UPS delivery of Victoria Secret flannel pj's come in, I'll pack my bag. In the meantime, I'm going to get a pedicure, a facial, prenatal massage, and walk, walk, walk, and walk some more, trying to make myself go into labor. I can't let Clark come any earlier than Wednesday at noon, which is when Aaron finishes his last exam of the semester. We were told by the law school that if I go into labor while Aaron is taking an exam, they will not, I repeat, they will NOT, get him out of the exam, or else he fails the class.
On Wednesday at noon, assuming Clark is still baking in my belly, Aaron knows it will be time to start working on his honey-do list. Some of these include changing the nine light bulbs that have been out for weeks, putting the Christmas decorations boxes back up in the attic, moving everything in Clark's closet (that is not Clark's) into the other closet, hopefully building some sort of organization shelf system thing in his closet, massaging my feet, figuring out what to do with his law school and hunting crap that is currently scattered all over the house, dejunking our closet, and other completely mundane and lifeless tasks like that. I'm happy to say our Christmas tree is up and looking beautiful and Aaron was a doll to put his studying aside to make 20 trips up and down the ladder to the attic so I would quit bothering him about it. Now if only there were presents under the tree.
Even though its Monday morning and I woke up extraordinarily early for no reason whatsoever, I'm completely okay with that. And the reason is because at any given moment, I can decide to take a nap, and then do just that...take a big fat nap. There are 17 days until January 1, which is Clark's "official" due date. That means unless Clark plays a cruel trick on me and decides to continue baking after his due date, we have two weeks and three days. I am crossing my fingers that he will be early. Not because I'm in pain or miserable or uncomfortable, but because the anticipation is killing us. I'm definitely ready for the sleepless nights, poo poo diapers, and screaming baby. I'm so excited to see our families when show time gets here. I'm ready to send out a mass text message that says "on our way to meet Clark!" or something cheesy like that. (If you want to be added to the text message list and I don't have your number, email me and we'll take care of that.) I can't wait for Clark to meet his grandparents, aunts and uncles, and great-grandparents. He's one lucky little dude to be born into such an awesome family. His aunts and uncles are most certainly going to spoil the crap out of him, and that is completely fine.
Speaking of naps, I'm going to go get me one of those since I've been up for an entire two and a half hours. Aaron is going to be studying and drinking coffee all day and Jake will be keeping watch of anything suspicious looking around the house. I suspect Clark will be busy sucking his thumb, blinking, squirming around, practicing his breathing, and dozing in and out for the rest of the day. This will be the norm for the next week or two, and then our daily routine will be transformed into one I literally can't wrap my mind around quite yet. I'll most likely be updating this blog in between naps because, frankly, there's nothing else to do. Keep Aaron in your thoughts as he finishes up these last two exams. Halfway done with law school! Woo hoo!
2 comments:
Got to your site thru the DPP and had to laugh at your entry, 1, because my husband was in law school and 2, I just finished waiting for a baby to arrive (our 4th and he was 9 days LATE).
I hope your husband gets to finish his exams. With our 3rd my husband had a trial and got permission from the judge to leave on his cell phone in case I needed to reach him. Part of the way through, the phone rings and he runs out in the hallway. Turns out it was his mother calling to check on me (she was too scared to call the house). It always makes me laugh to think of mommy calling her little boy.
Good luck with your delivery!
I cannot wait to hear what you have to blog about your delivery. Girl, you are so funny. I LOVE reading your blog. I always get a mental picture of what you are writing. TWICE while I was reading this, Chris asked me, "What are you laughing at?", "Are you still laughing at that blog?". I am so excited that you are going to be a SAHM! I love being with Whitley Claire and seeing all the new things she does each day!
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